A/N...wooo revised...and longer! bwahahaha!....this is the longest chapter so far...so grab a drink and some pop corn and get reading! lol...wait this isn't the movies.....

Me/Myself/I: shhhhhhhh

Crazygurl06: what?

Me: shhhhhh we're watching the movie!

Crazygurl06: what movie?

Myself: Attack of the Evil Metronomes...durrrr

Crazygurl06: that's not a movie!! That's my story!!

I: shhhhhh this is the best part!.....

Crazygurl06: [looks]....um...guys...there's nothing there but a blank piece of paper with a blinking cursor....[sweat drop]

Me: Isn't it beautiful...[tear]

Myself: I could watch this movie alll day! [sigh]

I: [nods head]

Crazygurl06: [sweat drop] you guys need mental help...sheesh...[walks away]

Ok there's some entertainment lol…now read and review! or I shall send an evil metronome after you! bwwahaha…

Chaos Strikes Within!!

Marching on the field I was so sure we had victory in our clutches! Nothing could stop us now! ((And why was it that the lightening never struck us and our METAL instruments and such??…then again this is our LITTLE strange town…uh [nervous laughter]…)) Or so we thought, we forgot about one little thing in our excitement of new recruits. We forgot about all our competitive spirits, and that was about to cause a little problem…

((gah! Stupid stupid stupid! How could I forget about our competitive sides! Oy…))

I mean, come on, it started off all right. Everyone did great on the forward march onto the field. For a time everyone did everything right as was planned, but the metronomes came out with something nobody ever expected! Something horrible that could turn this whole war around!!! Something we called…CHEMICAL M!!!!! ((dun dun dun [shudders]…[hisses] eeeeeeeevvvvvvviiiiillllllll!!! Wait I need to get back to the story!…come on get past it…you can do this Amy you can do this!!…gah…I hope!!!…story think the story…story…right…ok on now!))

Just when it seemed that our victory was in sight, they sprung a surprise attack on us! They brought out MORE metronomes!! "WHAT!!!" shouted everyone in amazement.

"h..how could they??" I stammered, "That's impossible!" I shouted ((And why haven't we gotten any prisoners yet...I should tell them to take prisoners mwahaha!...well its worth a shot...?))

At that moment everything fell apart. We started to lose hope, and on top of that each of our competitive spirits were coming out. The trumpets were blowing their chops off to prove who was the better trumpet player, a few had already fallen from lack of breath and lightheadedness, trombones were playing glisses like there was no tomorrow, the saxophones were playing the best they could and marching their hardest to try and outmarch the other saxophones, which caused some to go out of step and squeaks to be made. Percussion were beating away at their drums and rushing at the same time, flutes were trilling and hitting high notes till it made one want to cover their ears ((Yeah even I got caught up in that a couple of times...and I know the rain and all...but we figured the winning the war is more important right now...plus for some reason our flutes/pics weren't getting that wet...)). Everything was falling apart!

"Regroup! Regroup!" I shouted in vain. Nobody was listing to my futile cries, their completive spirits had taken over. On top of that we had to figure out how the metronomes had been able to manipulate the "accidental" formula we'd "accidentally" poured down the drain to "accidentally" create them! ((Sheesh you'd think they'd be grateful that we "accidentally" made them…not trying to destroy us!!)) "This is not good! This is not good at all!" I said half out loud half to myself. I had to think of a way to get everyone back behind our barricades, and I had to think of a way FAST! "Come on put your heads in the war! FOCUS!!" I desperately screamed...

meanwhile back at the metronomes "hideout"

As Mr. Boomer was silently dragged off, Drew and Genial looked on with despondent eyes, for they thought all may be lost! Little did they know that in a way they might have been right! For Mr. Boomer was going into his certain demise at that moment, for he was being taken to….the METRONOMISTS…err…in other words the metronome's scientists!

"Pick up the pace scoundrel!" shouted the metronome at the struggling Mr. Boomer.

"You…ack…can't make me! Urg!…let me go!!…grrr!! Besides, your picking me up off the ground...so I can't see how I'm supposed to 'pick up my pace' when my feet aren't even touching the ground...[smirk] " he stammered as he struggled for escape ((Mr.B, Mr.B...sheesh talk about a change of attitude...terrified one moment, cracking jokes the next...never going to understand band directors!...though that was kinda funny....[snicker]....oops I should probably get back to the story hehe)). Upon approaching the lab of the metronomes, which was little more than a table with some chemicals on it and another table with straps on it, he was escorted to the table with straps on it. There he was forced on top, struggling still, and strapped down tight. "now, dear boy" hissed the nearest metronomist who's voice was leathery and had a slight hiss to it, "Do be good and don't…scream, at what I'm about to do to you!"

"Gah…." screamed Mr. Boomer, but before he could get more out, a gag was placed on his mouth.

"Oh, I said to not scream!" reticently said that same scientist err metronomist, "it'll only make things much more…disconcerting for you and your…err fellow band directors!" at this the metronomist let out a screechy laugh that sent chills down Mr. Boomer's spine. After the metronomist was done laughing he turned to the nearby table, with all the chemicals, and produced a needle with some frothy reddish-orange liquid that bubbled and sizzled in the tube...

With his back turned, Mr. B freed himself, unknowingly, from the table and proceeded to our field commanders. Freeing them, the mad scientist metronome called Back Mr. B and said, "Get strapped back on that table right now mister! or else!"

"Awww do I have to?"

"Yes! Or its no music for a week for you..."

"awww fine..." He grumpily said as he was strapped once more to the table. Drew and Genial free, they went to the bandies, relayed the message, helped win the battle and all was good! The end!... ((haha...you buying this?? I hope not...though I wish that's how it went...[sighs]....hehe ok I'll be good and tell what REALLY happened....alright rewind and re-cap hehe...))

The metronomes grab Mr. B Yaddie Yaddie Ya...he's struggling, has that little "chat" with the metronomist, yaddie ya some more, and then the metronomist turns around to the chemical table and gets that needle with the frothy reddish-orange liquid in it...Ok I think that's where We left off...ok here we go what really happened ((hehe I really should stick to the real story instead of dragging it out longer with my made up parts...but its so much fun! bahhhhhahahahaha....[crazy look]...what??...oh right you want to know what really happened..ok ok....here I go...[pouts] ))

This put Mr. Boomer, nonetheless, at a little unease, and he once again began to struggle as the mad metronomist came slowly towards him with that reddish-orange liquid! Finally the metronome, with the needle, was right on top of Mr. Boomer, and was inches away from inserting that evil needle into him. He was terrified to think of all the different things that may happen to him once that unknown substance was in him. He'd watched way to many sci-fi movies! As the needle came closer and closer, Mr. Boomer got more and more terrified, until finally the needle pierced his skin and he felt the evil reddish-orange "venom" seeping into his blood; at this he gave out a terrified shriek.

Even though he had a gag on, his muffled screams of terror could faintly be heard from the cage Drew and Genial awaited in. This put them both at an even greater apprehension than they were at before. They knew that those screams couldn't be good, and they knew that sooner or later they were going to be next, so they continued to pray/conduct at the best they've ever done! Now was the time when all prayers and conductions needed to be answered! "We MUST find a way to stop them!"

"Drew…"

"Yea, Genial?"

"What ever happened to Mrs. Ditzy?"

"I…I don't know??" trailed of Drew as he and Genial pondered on that question.

back on the field

'Ok this is NOT working, we need to regroup!!' I desperately thought. As I was trying to figure out how to get everyone to listen to me, the trigger to get everyone to retreat was pulled. From the other side of the field came a black cloud of metronomes, the leading metronome was cloaked in a red robe and next to him, on a leash was a very strange metronome. Somehow, though, the metronome seemed VERY familiar! There was just something about that chained metronome…

"Hahaha! You have lost you weakling bandies! Here is my new pet! And soon I shall have more like him! Take a closer look at my beloved slave! Muahahahaha!"

As told, our curiosity got us and we went closer. Us bandies all gasped! It was a metronome, but it wasn't! It was…it was…IT WAS Mr. Boomer!! They'd turned Mr. Boomer into a metronome!!!! "HOW COULD YOU!" shouted everyone in horror! It was hideous! Our poor Mr. B was turned into a hideous metronome! We needed to win! WE HAD TO WIN AT ALL COSTS! Suddenly a pouring rain of red-orange acid came flying from the sky, we noticed whomever it hit turned into a metronome! This was not good! Screaming "RETREAT" we all ran for our lives to our barricade. Those that were injured were helped by the upperclassmen, while the lower classmen, who didn't know better, ran as fast as their legs would carry them to the barricades! One of the freshman, Aaron, a trombone, had gotten a direct hit from one of the "acid" bombs.

behind our barricade

He was in critical condition! He was almost a full metronome!! We rushed him to the scientists, and he agreed to be the test subject, err, at least the part of him that was still…him. Right away our scientists got on task trying to find an antidote for the evil CHEMICAL M! "This is not good, Ryan!" I shouted, because he was the one closest to me. ((gahh! Bad! Bad! Bad! VERY BAD!!! What to do??)) through all the commotion it came a surprise when an underclassman from the other school came out and suddenly shouted, "Hey why's Mrs. Ditzy here?" Everyone turned to look, and sure enough standing there like there was nothing going on was Mrs. Ditzy! "How did you…?" confusedly said Josh a percussionist from our band.

"…get here?" Mrs. Ditzy finished, "Oh didn't you see me? I was the one that rang the break bell and got everyone over here!" again she put on her little spaced smile.

Still confused I asked, "Yes, we figured that...But…how did you get…the other bands….to come here?????" I kept stammering trying to figure out. I knew the Jr. High band would come to the sound of the break bell, but what about the others?

"Wait! I remember you!" Angel shouted pointing at Mrs. Ditzy, "You were that strange woman in the trench coat, with the sunglasses, that walked into our annual 'band quitters' meeting and reticently brought up this little catastrophe here! So I quickly gathered everyone up and we came over!"

"That's right, that was me" she said with the smile STILL on.

"And you were the one that got us to send out invitations to all those who had recently graduated to gather together! Then you mysteriously came in and also told us about this war!!" chimed in Laura, Kent, Brooke, and Tyler.

"Of course!" she once again answered.

"And your that mysterious woman that was talking to our band director before he sent us over here!" added Kelly.

"Same here!!!" joined Adam and Ryan.

"That's right!" she proudly said, "I had to help! I couldn't see our band go down this way! I may not always be the one everyone likes, but I'm always willing to help!"

"How'd you get the others in here too?" I asked

"Easy I just came in from the tunnel by..." she was cut off as suddenly, from the direction of the mini lab, we heard a shout of almost triumph.

"Eureka! I think this may be the antidote to the Chemical M!" shouted one of the scientists.

"FINALLY! Now all we have to do is distribute it to our test subject and see the results!"

At this everyone quieted and went to gather around the mini lab. "Ok…here we go…" said the scientist currently holding the bubbling bluish purple vial. Before he could distribute it to Aaron, a long loud screech was heard from all around.

It was….THE METRONOMES!!!! "What?!!" I screamed in surprise! "How could they?!! We had guards at every entrance of our….oh no!" I said, the realization just coming to me! "What if…what if they were turned into….into….METRONOMES!!!" A huge panic was happening! We were fighting to stay human in our own base! This was a disaster!! "Group together as you can and try to fight them off!! Use the bigger instruments as shields!! WHAT EVER YOU DO DON'T LET THAT CHEMICAL M TOUCH YOU!" I screamed out commands.

The whole base was a cyclone of chaos! Metronomes and bandies were fighting left and right! Chemical M was flying everywhere! It was getting to the point where you couldn't tell who was who! "TO THE BATTLE FIELD!! HURRY!" shouted Ryan. Off to the battle field we slowly fought! We were losing more bandies than we could afford! It didn't look good. But I knew there was some chance of still defeating the deplorable metronomeians, because before I was slightly pushed to the battle field, I noticed the small vial was still lying, in tact with the perhaps antidote, on the nearby table! Luckily it went unnoticed and untouched! 'Ohhh good! There's still hope!! WE CAN STILL WIN!! Please don't notice it! Please don't notice it!! Hey I was a nervous wreck by then!!' Giving a mental smile to myself I devised my own simple plan. It was a long shot…but it was worth a try!